Blake Lin watched the car speeding over from the distance.
The car screeched to a halt.
The door swung open.
He saw Ryan Lin jump out of the car.
"So, what's the situation? Don't tell me it's already over?"
"Did I show up a step too late?"
Ryan Lin rushed forward, anxious and urgent.
He came right up to them.
He spotted Jill Jing, already completely bound by the net, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. "Never thought this little thing could pack such a punch."
"Even our Upper-Grade Lin Clan lost a few people here?"
Ryan Lin let out a sigh.
He still felt a lingering sense of dread.
With so many people from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan, they’d always been focused on cultivating and preserving their strength.
Every disciple in the clan was ridiculously strong.
Even when they occasionally ventured out into the world, they’d never suffered a single casualty.
But now—
It hadn’t even been a few hours.
And suddenly, several Upper-Grade Lin Clan disciples were dead!
Each one had their heart blown apart.
They were killed, straight up, by raw spiritual qi!